"You stupid! Late again?"
Gala, who had just put on her apron, was silent. "Not five minutes, Mr. Kim," he said.
"You are! Help wash all the existing cooking utensils. Do not let the remaining grease there. If there's any left, I'll fire Gala."
Gala answered with a nod, the corner of her eye watching how the chubby man almost filled the gap between the kitchen table and the cooking area was virtually complete. It isn't easy to walk Mr. Kim in Gala's eyes. Not to mention his face was getting redder.
"Cheer up, Gala," he said quietly. He steps steadily towards the sink, where it turned out until the bottom area was piled with many pots and other cooking utensils. Gala wonders, what's going on?
Yesterday afternoon, Gala cleaned up this area, but why now seems to have doubled?
"Gala," Luke called loudly from the kitchen door. "Don't wash for too long, the kitchen area smells really bad. We chefs can't cook when it smells bad."
If only accurate, if only the salary of Mr. Kim he did not use to live. Plus, finding a job in Metro Selatan with this capacity is very difficult. She only graduated from primary education; when she wanted to continue schooling, her mother left Gala just like that. He has done all the lowly jobs except being a drug dealer. He didn't want anything to do with the South Metro security officers. If only he didn't remember relying so much on Mr. restaurant. This Kim, he must have been out a long time ago.
The first time he came, Gala always checked the drain area in the restaurant. I don't understand that there should be no trash around the kitchen area. Cleanliness has to be number one. Here, Metro Selatan applies strict cleanliness rules to all restaurants operating in the area that are pretty bright compared to the other three regions.
Gala lives in a country with four large regions covering it. The city's landscape is brightly lit, and there are many above-average lives for certain people in the South. The place to live. The area is quite large, where the north is bordered by the North Metro, and to the west, the beautiful West Metro with many mountains and valleys.
Metro Utara, he said, Gala doesn't know precisely what the area is like. If they want to visit other parts of the region, each person from each region must show their registered identity, and all information about that person will appear on the screen. Even the history of his illness was visible there. Applies to four existing regions without exception.
They were getting a registered identity known as the Code Person is costly for Gala. He is registered as a South Metro resident, but completing what the Code Person needs requires a lot of money. Ah, maybe Gala doesn't understand how to get it.
Proof Luke can get it. Three months ago, Gala still remembered the time when the annoying and arrogant man showed him his Code Person, complete with all the identities Luke had. Gala, who didn't want to get involved in Luke's smug fun, got interested in the end too. It felt like finding out, but Gala was sure that instead of the information she got, she was ridiculed, making her even more furious.
If he challenged Luke, he would end up in trouble. Not. Not. Gala's had enough misfortune. He didn't want to add to his bad luck. Just living life like this, it's okay, it's okay. Who knows, there will come a miracle that feels impossible.
Even though Gala's hand wanted to stop on Luke's face, who was said to be handsome, in Gala's eyes, both Luke's face and Mr. Kim are the same. Equally annoying.
Gala chuckled at her thoughts. This allows him to complete his work quickly. All he had to do was throw away the remaining trash, then tidy up the kitchen area, including sweeping and mopping.
After that, Gala returned to her work. Washing the dishes that tasted endless came because of Mr. restaurant. Kim is known to be quite busy. Many say the food served there has a quality and a taste that spoils the tongue. But Gala never tasted it because Mr. Kim forbade all crew except the chef to taste the dishes. They each had their share of the food, Mr. Kim.
"If you want food that is served up front, you have to pay," he said often. It feels like Mr. Kim is almost saying that every day. Either at lunch or when the Gala says goodbye. Gala was the last person to go home as she was in charge of taking out the trash and making sure nothing was missed.
This morning he was confused because of a lot of dirty cooking utensils. I wanted to ask, but Gala chose to close her lips tightly. Then, he has scolded again?
"Gala, take this to Lot 5. Mrs. Gennie's House."
Gala looked up, and hIS job was to clean the refrigerator from leftover food that was no longer usable and dirt from various sauces. He stopped for a moment. You can see Marta holding up a paper bag that Gala knows contains the food she ordered.
"Well." Which Gala can refuse? Even after cleaning the refrigerator regularly, Gala wants to pile up leftover bread for her stomach. The restaurant was busy today. Gala just found out that last night there was a special dinner. So he knew where the pile of kitchen utensils had come from.
"Soon, don't be late. And remember, Gala," Marta walked over to the white-skinned youth. "Careful. This tomato soup was Mrs. Gennnie's favourite. Don't let Mr. Kim was hit by Mrs. Gennie's wrath for spilling in the middle of the trip."
Gala swallowed nervously. "Fine," he said again. Marta pouted softly, placing the paper bag on the kitchen table because Gala was washing her hands. The girl walked in a hurry because the station she had left was already packed with queues.
As usual.
The kitchen door with the restaurant area where the diners eat is also the station where Mr. employees. The other Kim worked, opening quickly and swallowing Marta no less. Gala could only glimpse how crowded the atmosphere was ahead.
Every time Gala came home. He tried to go back through the front area of Mr.'s restaurant. Kim; Go Stea Express. But every time he passed, Mr. rolling shop. Kim is completely covered. As a customer lure, he can only enjoy the shop logo still lit and glowing colorfully.
Gala took a deep breath. He glanced at the paper bag earlier. He already had a job waiting for him. Following the shop's logo, there is an image of a cow's head with a funny shape made like a caricature, which is unique in the middle of the logo. Gala felt like the cute cow image was mocking her for some reason.
Immediately he brushed aside his now inconsequential vision. His stomach suddenly rumbled loudly. The delicious aroma of tomato soup and the smell of toast in a paper bag made Gala salivate.
He's hungry. Very.
No. Gala didn't dare lose everything just by eating Mrs. Gennie's order. The towering woman in strange clothes and a brightly colored scarf had fierce eyes. Gala remembers very well the first time delivering food there.
The wand that had always been in the older woman's hand landed hard on her back. He was repeatedly shouted at by thieves even though he was delivering lunch. It was crowded then because the neighbors around Mrs. Gennie did not believe what Gala said. Even though it was clear that the uniform Gala was wearing was also the paper bag she was carrying. Mrs. Gennie said, "He's lying! I saw him go up to the second floor! I took my husband's necklace! Search him!"
It was bad luck at that time. They wanted to rebel, but the security officers rushed over. Gala explained in detail that she was finally willing to be searched. Since he was innocent, he was brave. And yes, nothing of Mrs. Gennie's accusations is true.